I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

Lesson of ‘judgment day’ error? Certainty doesn’t indicate truth
Unexpected twists took Carl from executive office to begging on street
Need for certainty is an internal tyranny that leads to the wrong path
‘Resisting arrest’? When police have wrongly invaded your home?
Marriage is a business decision, not just matter of romantic love
What if our craving for dopamine drives our desires and addictions?